Within the Archaic Hall and the Eternal Gate.
In the dark, frigid simulated vacuum, Starry Sky Catastrophes are born. Catastrophes of all types and levels sweep in from every direction, annihilating all traces of life. Yet a golden-red figure advances mightily, white hair streaming, unstoppable as a blade through bamboo—wherever he passes, golden-red flames ignite in his wake.
No.
It is far more than mere mundane fire.
A Void Rift–Tier soul is far too powerful, stirring ripples through the vacuum and altering the molecular structure of matter itself.
Thus, unquenchable golden-red flames are born, trailing behind Andrew Han like a brilliant path that cleaves the heavens in two.
Swish—Andrew Han races through the dark vacuum.
"Soul-Will, Fourth-Stage Void Rift."
"Still not at Void Rift peak." A sharp glint flashes in Andrew Han's eyes, as if a blade about to tear through its cage and taste blood.
His short-term cultivation plan does not include Stellar Palace–Tier Martial Arts. For now, martial arts are set aside; profound fusion can wait. His priority is to stabilize his Void Rift–Tier soul true-form and advance his soul realm—this has been Andrew Han’s guiding principle during his years of quiet cultivation within the Eternal Gate.
At its root—
That unforgettable pain is confusion, longing, torment, and also a vast, terrifying willpower.
He can never forget the day the star detonated and went dark, the planets collapsed one by one, and the entire dead Solar System became empty dust in the annals of history.
So he tempers his heart and endures, disappearing for years, willing to pay any price for this cause! His hatred cannot be spoken or easily released—it can only be washed away with the blood of the Light Clan!
"Argo of the Light Clan."
Andrew Han gritted his teeth, his black-and-white eyes flashing crimson: "An eye for an eye, blood for blood. This time, I cast aside every human and moral restraint... Even if I become bloodthirsty and cruel, even if I fall into endless hell—I want you to wish you were dead!"
His master, Miles Ning, has ascended and returned to the heavens—so many years have passed since then.
To this day, Andrew Han has waited a long time, his mind consumed only by the urge to make Argo of the Light Clan taste the bitterness of life's greatest hatred.
Swish.
His figure tears through the dust, traversing the vacuum—he heads for the Eternal Gate Famous Masters Pavilion: "Bailey, pull up its file for me again."